A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed this story! I really appreciate it so much. Except that everyone's so keen on bashing Riley...

Disclaimer: For the, what, 800th time? I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

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The next day when I woke up, Buffy was gone. I was very happy that she was, because that meant that I didn't have to see her or maybe any contact with her whatsoever. I kicked the covers off myself and started to get up off the bed, when suddenly a loud ringing noise filled the room. I fell of the bed in extreme surprise. I seemed to do that a lot. As I got up, the noise filled the room again. There was a flashing light going off next to this thing I had seen Giles use before. He picked it up and put his ear on one end, and spoke into the other. I warily copied his movements and spoke into the mouthpiece.

"Hello?" I said quietly, not sure how loudly I should speak into this device.

"Draco? It's Giles," said the voice on the other end. "We have moved Spike to Xander's house. Could you go over there and watch Spike while Xander's at work?"

"Okay," I replied unhappily. No wonder my father sent me here. It was just work, work, work. Giles gave me instructions to Xander's house, and I hung up the phone, got dressed, and left.

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The stay at Xander's house was just as uneventful and tedious as the stay at Giles' house. For a week and a half more, I didn't talk to Buffy. I mostly spent my time learning about what my family was like 100 years ago. Spike really liked to tell stories, and at first I liked listening to them, but then they started to get a tad dull, and I could feel my eyelids drooping as Spike went on and on and on...

But that night, one and a half weeks later, Buffy was the one who spent the night somewhere else. As much as I pretended that I hated her, deep down inside I still hoped she wasn't spending the night at another guy's house. She hadn't spoken to that Riley guy in a while- or at least not that I'd seen, so I assumed she wasn't spending any time with him. I hoped she wasn't spending any time with him.

So it was just me and Willow.

"Lets watch some TV, shall we?" Willow said, turning on the TV.

She was much more easygoing about the TV than Buffy was. She stayed at a show where there were a bunch of people yelling at each other in a fancy house. There was a loud beeping noise with every other word they said.

"What is going on?" I asked curiously, staring at the screen. Part of it where a girl's hand was had become blurry.

"Oh, they're having a fight on The Real World," Willow explained.

"The Real World? Is that the name of this thing we're watching?"

"Yeah," she replied. "It's a reality TV show where MTV puts a bunch of people in a house. They always start fighting. It's so... Juicy."

I raised an eyebrow. But a few minutes later, I was as into the show as Willow was.

Much to our dismay, a commercial came on, and I something came out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying.

"Does Buffy have a boyfriend?" I asked.

Willow looked at me. "Not that I know of," she said curiously. "Why?"

I shrugged. "Just wondering."

Willow raised an eyebrow doubtfully, but didn't say anything.

I prayed that she wouldn't put two and two together and discover my feelings for Buffy.

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The next day was a Saturday, and Buffy volunteered to stay with me while I stayed in Xander's house (the basement of his parents' house) watching Spike. It was very awkward.

"Does someone want to turn the tellie on?" Spike said, annoyed.

I reluctantly got up and turned it on, changing the channel to the one that was showing Passions. Spike smiled contently and sat back to enjoy his favorite show.

"So where were you last night?" I asked Buffy, speaking to her for the first time in a while.

She looked at me, her tongue in her cheek. "It's none of your business," she said protectively.

I rolled my eyes.

"What?" she asked somewhat angrily.

"It's none of your business," I replied mockingly.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"I think I might be, but I can't tell."

She gave me the finger.

"Oh, very nice," I responded.

"You know, you're really rude sometimes."

"I'm the rude one?! You have got to be bloody kidding me!"

"What? Please, name one thing I've done to you that's been rude!"

"Lets see... Maybe starting this whole argument? Yeah, that sounds valid to me!"

"We wouldn't have to be in an argument if you'd spoken to me this past week and a half!"

"Honestly, this is the stupidest argument I've ever witnessed," Spike interrupted.

I ignored him.

"I didn't speak to you? Oh, please."

"What? What? SPEAK! TELL ME WHAT'S ON YOUR STUPID LITTLE MIND!"

"Maybe if you were nice to me that night then none of this would be happening!"

"That night? Oh, I know what you're talking about. Sorry I didn't hook-up with your randomly when I'd only known you for like 4 days. It's just not in my nature!"

"Never mind," Spike said to himself, leaning forward in his chair as much as he could with his chains.

"OH MY GOD! YOU FELL ON ME! My bed was in the complete opposite of yours, it was practically impossible for you to fall on me!"

"I can't take this crap! I'm leaving!" She grabbed her coat and opened the door to leave.

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"YEAH!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"I KNOW YOU WANT TO BUT YOU CAN'T!"

"JUST LEAVE ALREADY!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"GOOD RIDDANCE!"

"SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU!" Spike screamed. "This is driving me bloody mad! Buffy, either leave or stay!"

"FINE!" she shrieked before slamming the door loudly behind her.

"Sheesh," Spike breathed.

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A/N: That was fun to write. I hope it wasn't too boring. Should I make the Gentleman come while Draco's there? Please review! Even if it's to say the story's bad! Just no flames please.